At War

Mr Monkey

Lockdown in rural France, day 8 and 3/4...

I’m engaged in a spot of psychological warfare with one of my cats: the very beautiful alpha male, Mr Monkey.

I’ve started mixing a small handful of cat biscuits into his paté just in case one day we discover all the catfood has been panic-bought and we, or rather he, has no option but biscuits...

The little bastard spits out every one. Every time. And would rather starve.

I will win.

No, I wont win, but I want to lose with my head held high.